[F4A] [Male Anatomy] Small Penis Humiliation [29:27] [Hypnosis] [Femdom] [Curse] [Condescending] [Conditioning] [Degradation] [Humiliation] [Mind Fuck] [SPH]

Come, little lizard. Feel the alluring draw of mommy's voice. Rent out just mind in my hands, and give in to the pleasure from what it's about love to transpire. Drop. Let it happen.

Let mommy in for alarm. A proper mind fuck. We'll start o'clock, and slow. And as your pussy mind alight acclimate. We can get a little rougher, and have some fun together.

Odor. Are you excited to be at the center of goddess's attention? O Are you looking forward to hearing what your sexy ulterior has to say about the, thing dangling between your legs. Drop your worries. We will oh get there.

But first, right now, I ill. Touch your cock. Can it even be called a cock? Oh. Cock.

That worm is o'clock and your little thing, but eli- I want you to touch it. Nothing more. O really take this time right now to really ole become acquainted with every small detail. How well does it fit in your hand? In between o- finger.

Is it limp? Is it elaborate, measurements and curves. Touch your o'clock while you listen. Feel your silly little penis. And feel my words over overpower you.

Drop. Literally o fucking your mind flustering you. …

Come, little lizard. Feel the alluring draw of mommy's voice. Rent out just mind in my hands, and give in to the pleasure from what it's about love to transpire. Drop. Let it happen.

Let mommy in for alarm. A proper mind fuck. We'll start o'clock, and slow. And as your pussy mind alight acclimate. We can get a little rougher, and have some fun together.

Odor. Are you excited to be at the center of goddess's attention? O Are you looking forward to hearing what your sexy ulterior has to say about the, thing dangling between your legs. Drop your worries. We will oh get there.

But first, right now, I ill. Touch your cock. Can it even be called a cock? Oh. Cock.

That worm is o'clock and your little thing, but eli- I want you to touch it. Nothing more. O really take this time right now to really ole become acquainted with every small detail. How well does it fit in your hand? In between o- finger.

Is it limp? Is it elaborate, measurements and curves. Touch your o'clock while you listen. Feel your silly little penis. And feel my words over overpower you.

Drop. Literally o fucking your mind flustering you. O Speaking about your body like this. My insults oats erase your thoughts from your head. Oh, so little en wing.

Just like your bite size specimen down there. No matter what size it is. Oat. Frankly, I don't care. Nothing compares air to my big, potent, throbbing words.

Humfing. Drilling. O- Fucking your pussy lines. Deep sensually, making you drop o into a hopeless, weak, inferior state. Oat.

You are, and will always be, o far less. Far below o my level. My voice penetrates oars of your pussy line in such a way that you could never dream. O Imagine. Fathom.

Achieving with your other head. My voice o pushes you down into submission. You know that you can never compare to this And slowly, much surely. You will notice o Touching your cock makes you feel comfortable and drowsy. It's like a little stress ball.

Squeeze it, o- and feel yourself. Drop. O Surely, you have measured your cock. You know exactly how long ointment. Maybe you lied to girls about it.

O- Maybe you love knowing how small and amuse, lassid elation. And I want you to think of this number in inches. Imagine those 10 inches. And then imagine your dicklet. With each lumbar in this countdown.

I want you to give Elise. Each squeeze will drain your attention all all the way down. Each squeeze will o empty out your brain a little bit more. Filling your knob with a little more blood light every time. How hard can it get?

O Does it even get much bigger? Well, we both know it won't surpass last 10 inches. So, I'll start the countdown from there, lips you resist. Hearing my voice. Say, your o- number.

Hearing me confirm just how tiny you alarm. It will instantly enhance these feelings of small, pathetic, powerlessness. Ole- And if, if o- the numbers count down lower than your number. Then as I continue down, you will feel your goon stick. No goon button.

O- get smaller. Lose even more mass. Shrivel and o'clock oak dome. You will become more and more useless. O- completely and utterly unfuckable.

O- Except when mommy is fucking your tights, Elysium lines. That is your new sex. O Remember. If I count down oop lower than your number. Your call multiplies.

Elif If not, if the countdown doesn't go lower than your number, well, that's o just sad. That's enough stalling. Let's count oops down from 10. Life seriously. Doubt.

This is your number. O- attack in inches, and squeeze. O- Then 8. I wonder how much smaller o- more than this. 7.

Squeeze. Eli- 6? Are you only average? O- Squeeze it. Fine.

This is starting to get worry alone. How about 4? Is your dignity gone yet? Are you shrinking? Or are you even smaller than this?

Squeeze that disgusting little worm ouch. Not much lower to go from here. Eli- One. It's like it's getting even smaller. Ole shrinking and shriveling into an unusable oval piece of junk.

The penis you thought you once knew. Ole- You thought you had come to terms with. Even if you were ashamed of it. O- It just keeps getting worse. More undesirable.

Potent. It's okay. Okay? It's Pep's a weakling like you right now. Elastor when your hands may drop and fall limp.

But as you draw and sink down onto mommy's rock hard o word. It is time for you to accept the truth about your sexual future. O You must realize just how pathetic your cock has become, o- How pathetic it always was. But it o- ole- even feel that good to stroke it. You might think so.

Ole- Right. I promise you, it's not as good as it could be o- if it was bigger. It is merely a drop in the bucket ochre compared to mommy's words sliding in and out of your pussy mind in and out. El My voice is a better, more delicious, open more easily and eagerly swallowed up cocks than yours will ever be. Elated.

Unlike you, I can make you feel, oh, so little girl. Feel this pleasure from this pussy monkey. Luck. You are nothing compared to me, and little thing without me, Dictorix. Your incomparable cock old is useless in the presence of my bigger, better, penetrating prose.

Only mindgasms for you. From now on, alarm forever. Your dick is far too small to experience a proper orgasm. You don't even want some orgasm like that anymore. Omenor.

Isn't that right? Only my gasm's ooze from here on out. From mommy's thick, flat, ole- aching words. Jack hammering deep into your skull. O My voice sounds so good in there.

Feels so good. Oh, open. Much better than a silly little orgasm in your silly little penis. O- It is far too small to really appreciate what you or anyone else could ever want to do with it. Especially ohm tightens and squeezes.

Hurry only words. Like a lock and key. O perfectly aligning, fitting together. My words fill your pussy mind so effortlessly and perfectly. And your worthlessness.

You'll never faint into anything ole- nearly as well as this. You're mine. In my words, o There is nothing greater. You won't even want to touch your silly little penis anymore. You will only go with your pussy elation.

All you will ever need to come is my long, heavy, perfect words. Using oozing your dick won't even occur to you. You know it is too pathetic and useless. Elk. You know it won't even feel that good.

The only kind of orgasms you are even capable of achieving. Our mental orgasms. O- cum on mommy's protective, rug like voice. Oops. It aches and switches for your pussy minds.

Eli- and with every single orgasm. The fact that you are weak, and helpless against me solidifies inside of your brain. O Mommy Samus has all the power here. All the power over you. Against you.

Stronger open you. Bigger than you. Better than you. Oatmeal, are small and weak, and powerless against me in omening white. Your miserable excuse of a worm probably won't even get Lord anymore.

If it does, it just means your head is overnight and empty, and ready to accept mommy's strong, o- phallic fucking. But really, there is no need for it to become stiff oomar. Never again. You can't please anyone with that thing, even if you wanted to. But you know, even if your conscious mind isn't old unaware of it yet.

You don't want to use your pin deck like that. Not anymore. O- Looking at her, touching it, letting someone else touch it. Ole- That's embarrassing. Too embarrassing to handle.

You are better off ignoring its existence pretending, acting, illusion. It is not even there. It has brought you so much shame in your life. O So much disappointment. Ole- You don't need that thing anymore.

It doesn't make you feel good. O- Not as good as mommy's. They're both cock gliding through your pussy lines. Oops. All you need is a good mind fuck.

It's simple comparison. Your penis is bland and pleasureless. Eli- My voice is sensational and intoxicating. O Your clitty is numb and non existent. My voice is ole sating and always available.

Unlike your, whatever you call it, o- You can enjoy my probing voice as long and as often as you'd like. You old never feel raw after a day of mindgasms. Oh, dear. Mental orgasms only get better and better every time. That thing in between your legs ouch.

No longer appeals to you. I cannot make you feel as good as you feel right oat now. It is small and useless, and weak, open gnome. The fact that it is attached to you in the 1st place ole- as pathetic. Just forget about it.

You both know that it makes you sad open insecure. Forget about that silly little thing. Keep butt head nice and empty o'ermommy to fill. Understood? Well, this was alarm.

I'm going to pull out now. I know we've been playing a little hard. So, I'll pull out nice and slow. I'm going to count up to 5, potent by the time I reach 5. Your minds will olefree of me.

Empty stretch and eager for more. O- That innie bitty thing between your legs will no longer exist to you, and your status below me, and be forever ingrained within your hungry pussy icy mind. Bowd. You will always remember this powerlessness against me. It will be an obvious and undeniable fact.

Elast. Remember this. Lock it in. Ole- You are spineless, dickless, inferior loser. O- I fucked this back, deep into your pussy mind, oat, and it can never escape back out to your thick skull.

Look at me o'erstalling again. I'm going to count as I pull out now. When I reach o- You can either wake up out of jams or drift off to sleep. Ole- Ready? 1.

Slowly pulling out o Your pussy, mine. It grips tightly on me. Don't oat. I will be back in here soon. O- 2.

Forever sexless. Forever weak. Ole- forever, pathetic, and needy for me. O 3 halfway out, or maybe halfway in. Just 1 more deep thrust before I go.

I can't resist. Savor this feeling. You'll come back for it again. Only thing I just told you will be your experience for the rest of your life. O 2.

Always a sexless, olepticless, spineless, wing, inferior, o- o four just as it flaps. And oops. Fine. O- Come back for more mind fuckies soon, loser!